After the love,
I must confess.
I felt heartache,
my old friend loneliness.
Now I'm single,
I want to hide away.
I wake up,
greet the soul-less day.
Wish I was in bed for 24 hours,
now all i do is sour the flowers.
Looking to go out,
tears run down my cheeks,
feelings bubbling up.
Trying to breathe again.
Feel nothing but hurt and pain.
No love, just loneliness.
I Siddiqi 15.07.09
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